Day 138 And Waiting
My Story
138 days ago, God shared some things that excited me. I was exhilarated. Change was in the air. A new level of favor seemed inevitable. I saw myself FINALLY moving into that phase of life where I begin doing what God made me to do.
For the first three months, I was fine, riding the way of anticipation. But more than anything, I was killing time. What God had spoken was months away, and so I waited.
It’s Go Time… Right?
Then we started nudging closer and closer to Go Time. Go Time with no visible “go”. I panicked. I called up a handful of mentors and laid out the scenario for them, asking for guidance.
No external confirmation of what God promised = no real way to not be considered a wackjob.
I’m tempted to do all kinds of things in an attempt to manipulate a response from God. To avoid being the cause of God’s Word returning void.
And that’s my struggle: To rest in God when my heart has become attached to what He has promised but I’ve not yet received.
My heart is all kinds of tested right now. Will I look foolish to my wife and mentors if God doesn’t come through? Will I lose heart if I was somehow wrong and there’s no change?
Just Be
I don’t know. All I know is that it’s beyond my control. And I don’t have a burden to intercede until my knees ache. So I wait. I remind God of what He’s said. And I wait.











